This morning, I watched a woman on my bus sell the woman next to her some Mary Kay cosmetics out of a large handbag. Since they were already chatting when I got on, I figured they knew each other. But then the buyer got off the bus, and the Mary Kay lady struck up a conversation with someone else.
On the way home, two hours later, the Mary Kay lady was on my bus again. This time, I didn’t notice her until she leaned over to ask me if I wanted some Mary Kay. I said no, and then regretted it, because she moved away to talk to someone else. I’m not looking to buy lip gloss from a stranger on public transportation, but I wish I had a chance to find out more about her business. Is it possible she stays on the bus all day, and treats it like her portable store? It seems like a pretty good deal, if that’s the case — she pays $1.25 to work from a sunny, air-conditioned location where she has a constant stream of potential customers. Until the riders get where they’re going, she has a captive audience. Now that I think about it, I’m surprised the buses aren’t full of traveling salespeople.